The palace gate is deeply locked in the autumn of the first century. The years are quiet and sad and parting. Yiren laughed and drunk for eternity. still looking forward to the next life to rely on red makeup. When she woke up from a dream, she became the princess of Qinglou in the mouth of the world, and she walked forward indifferently in the disdain and ridicule of the world, just because there are thousands of people in the world, but there is only one me after all. I still remember that night in the depths of the sea of clouds, the blurred silhouette under the hazy moonlight, and the desolation of the room cast by the proud and resolute figure of the world. The beautiful and lingering red figure, enchanting and moving, known to the world, drunk with red makeup.